Bearing the stench of my decaying self as a prisoner beneath the walls of death I crave for the mercy utterly denied I crave for liberty I truly desire
As the sharpened roots of the devil's sword, the deathbed to the cloud painted white by the holy messages from sanctity's skies pierce through my mind and stabs to death my memories which shed an ocean of blood which craves for the mercy utterly denied I crave for liberty I truly desire
As scavengers devour the final bits of my filthy carcass to bloodless ruins as a helpless soul within this skinless corpse I crave for the mercy utterly denied I crave for liberty I truly desire.
Against the deafness of my putrefying ears I Heard the whispers of your triumphant sword to the beheaded warrior of the empire of dusk but even as your touch lit up this earth your iniquitous ignorance to my deafening plea muted my cravings for the mercy siezed muted my cravings for the liberty decieved
Destined to die a repugnant death as I welcomed the scroungers to my final breath I silently yearn O divine one to be enslaved no more and betrayed by none I silently yearn O divine one to be bloomed as dawn not ever as sun